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SOURCE:Australian Melodist No 20 Mitchell library 784.8/A Written by PAT FINN. SITE SOURCE: SYDNEY FOLKLORE - SECTION 3: Sport THE MELBOURNE CUPWhen I was young and thought I knewIn racing matters a thing or two, I used to prowl where jockeys herd And tipped them for a sure " dead bird." They gave me tips when I tipped them And they told me what would win at Flem— At Flem—at Flem— At Flemington Ahem! Ahem! They put me on To the winner of the Cup at Flemington. I thought it the safest thing on earth, I backed it then for all I was worth; To get long odds I did it quick, And fancied I had the bookies slick ; The odds they laid I gathered up, But that "bird " was " dead" for the Melbourne Cup. The Cup—the Cup, The Melbourne Cup, I with a will Had sneaked the till- When the race was run they took me up. When I my eighteen months got through, I felt that backing tips won't do, So I hit upon a happy scheme, I thought of winners I would dream. I dreamt, and backed them fair and square, But my dream-horse was a night-mare. Not worth a mag Was such dream-nag, So I turned up The Melbourne Cup And backing steeds Flemington.
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